To everyone crying in the bathroom stalls.
You know that feeling when you’re okay, living, maybe even happy, and there’s suddenly a knot in your chest that tightens until a river of tears rises to the surface, and your eyes instantly become a dam?
Now you’re holding back tears in the middle of a crowded room because once again, you have waited in vain to receive eternal love from a temporary lover.
You are not alone. I know the feeling too.
The feeling of rushing in and out of bathroom stalls, head hanging low because you’re afraid that someone will see, that they will know your pain and shame you for it.
The feeling of not being able to listen to the blues without being reminded of them and of how your love cascaded into nothingness and left you in the deep end with scars you can only hope the salt in your tears will heal.
The feeling of coming back to the world after falling apart in private with a freshly powdered face and lipstick the color of your bleeding heart, of barely holding up your smile but trying anyway because to answer questions means to fall to pieces again.
I see you, and I know. I can not promise you that the pain will go away quickly, but I can promise you that someday the tears will dry up, the tunnel will end, and there will be light. ❤️
